Dreams

The sun cast long shadows over the grand, historic Trinity College, Dublin, as Arin and his friends walked through the cobbled pathways, their eyes scanning every face in the crowded courtyard. He had come all the way to Dublin, chasing a hope that felt foolish yet irresistible. She studied here—at least, that’s what he had heard. It had been months since she had disappeared from his life, leaving behind only unanswered texts and a silence that gnawed at him. His friends, though supportive, grew tired as the search stretched from the library to the central square, from the old bookshop to the bustling café near the campus gates. "Maybe she's not here," one of them muttered. Maybe she was never meant to be found. Disappointed, Arin turned away, his heart sinking. They had spent hours searching, and he was ready to leave behind this foolish pursuit. The streets of Dublin blurred into a haze as they walked toward the tram station. And then—he saw her. She was sitting at an o...